I wrote some poetry for some reason lol. (In description)

I'm terrible I'm bad, it's so very sad!
To draw drawing to make that's not a mistake, one that make me proud. The next very morning he yelled aloud, for he has been endowed! He finally made a piece of art so great the pros cowed in dismay and where forced to say that this was way better than the greatest piece they have ever seen. A few moments later he woke up wjth delight but then it seemed to be all but just a dream, but his eyes where gleaming and inside he was steaming with the hope it might have been real. He rushed to his desk to seek the art but it was nowhere to be seen. While quite disappointed, he still hoisted his pen and then again tried his best to draw. It flew ever so swiftly and briskly across the rough paper. The lines where forming the color was storming across the canvas ever so brightly. He soon stroked his last brush and with a rush he stepped away to see. He was hoping for a miracle, but he was just histircal, the art was a site to be seen. It was so very unclean, complete trash to be thrown in a pit of fire. He cried in distress he wanted to be the best but we all know that if someone said he was good it would just be a jest.

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